My parents separated when I was 16 years old. Not a great headspace for a young, eager, newly-sexually-active girl, right? Couldn’t they have waited? Of course not, my mom was a fucking bitch and I can’t believe my dad hung on as long as he did. Anyway, yeah, my mom left and went to live with her dad because her own mom had died like a year and a half before that and my dad kept the house so I stayed with my dad, mostly.
In some ways this was great. There were basically no rules for me anymore, and I stayed out late and I brought my boyfriend into the house late at night and fucked him fully naked in my bed, which was a luxury most 16 year olds could not even IMAGINE. I also smoked weed in my room and my dad didn’t notice or didn’t care. It was probably the second thing. Because in some ways, yeah, it was bad. Immediately I found myself as the domestic head of household. I was cooking. I was cleaning. I was doing laundry. My dad was very appreciative, and that felt good, but also it was a lot. I also had homework and I was so horny that I was masturbating a few times a day and I needed like, a lot of time for that.
And my dad was drinking. Like, a lot. Like, he’d fall asleep in a chair in front of the TV and eventually I decided that was too sad, and then several nights a week I was like, dragging him into his bedroom and putting him on the bed and taking his shoes and pants off. Did I need to take his pants off? I don’t know. It felt like I should. I guess maybe I was being kind of a freak about because yeah, sometimes his dick would pop out and I would put his dick back in his boxers with my hand. And I didn’t mind doing that. For some reason that was a kind of domesticity that appealed to me.
I know what you are thinking: I bet this bitch has not had a lot of healthy relationships. True!
And also like, this was sometimes late at night after I myself had gotten ready for bed so sometimes I’d be in my underwear, and sometimes I’d just lay down on the bed next to him for a while because I was tired and sometimes I’d fall asleep there. And sometimes we’d wake up in the morning in the same bed and he would smile at me and I liked that. So sue me, OK?
When I went to visit my mom at her dad’s house, I wasn’t exactly getting a counterargument. My mom had assumed the role of her own mom at his house, and was even often wearing a lot of her mom’s vintage dresses. That is, when she was dressed. In the mornings my mom would come out of the shower with wet hair in her underwear and stand around and talk to me and my grandpa like that. And it wasn’t like, mom underwear. She’d be in a see-thru bra and a thong. And sometimes her dad would be moving around her in the kitchen and he’d put both his hands on her waist to move her slightly and I would watch my mom convulse a little from her clit outward and I would too. So you know, it was genetic.
And one time after I’d pulled my drunk dad into his bed and pulled his pants off, I’d laid down next to him and he’d hooked his hand into the side strap of my panties and slept like that, holding them, and I quite liked that feeling. So sue me.
The first time I can think of that my dad actually saw me naked was one random afternoon when my boyfriend and I had cut school to go to my house and fuck, and I’d just been fucked very well, I’d cum on his cock twice in one session, again, unheard of for a 16 year old, and I was going to go downstairs for some water because I was very thirsty from cumming twice, and I opened my bedroom door and he was there, standing in the hallway, and I was completely naked because I had not planned on seeing anyone other than my boyfriend, and I froze and literally felt a glob of cum drop out of my pussy but I don’t think he noticed, I think he was staring at my boobs.
Here’s something nice for me: my tits are way bigger than my mom’s. I got my mom’s slender frame and I got my paternal grandmother’s big naturals. My tits are the kind of big that when I am wearing a bra you don’t necessarily notice just how BIG they are, and so I think it was really registering for my dad for the first time what a tit-haver his daughter was. He didn’t say anything and then he said, “you’re naked,” and I said, “that’s true, but that’s OK, right?” and he said, “of course.” And he went to his room. And I got water, and then I went back to my bedroom, closed the door, and fucked my boyfriend again, and came twice again.
The boyfriend went home that afternoon, and for some reason (I was horny still) I decided that if it was OK that I was naked, it was OK that I was naked, and I just went downstairs where my dad now was, still naked, and I asked him how his day was. And he pretty openly stared at my tits and I think probably noticed my bush for the first time. And he asked me if I was high and I was honest and I said yes. He seemed to decide that this was why I was naked and relaxed a little. And he told me about his day and then he also asked my why I had a bush. I said what do you mean why, it grows there, and he said most women shave, he mentioned that my mom always shaved, which I knew. “I guess I wanted to be different,” I said. “Why does it look bad?”
“No no no,” he said. “You look wonderful and classy and womanly.”
I liked that. So the next morning when I came downstairs for coffee I came downstairs in just a t-shirt with my bush out. And that night, my dad was drunk again, and I brought him to his bed and I undressed him and then I took off my underwear and I threw them on the floor and I fell asleep on his bed next to him fully bottomless.
I woke up in the morning with his hand on my bare ass. He stirred, and seemed to notice, and apologized. “God, I thought you were — I thought you were your mother,” he said embarrassed.
“It’s OK,” I told him. “It felt nice, your hand was very warm.” I hopped off his bed with my ass facing him and looked around for my panties and bent over in a very strategic way — showing something but not everything — and then pulled them on. “Did you take your panties off last night?” he asked.
“Yeah I forgot I wasn’t in my bed,” I said. “I usually sleep without them in my bed.” This was a lie, by the way. When I turned and looked at him after putting them on I noticed that he was definitely hard, which made me feel kind of dizzy in a good way.
That weekend, and this was actually just after I turned 17, I visited my mom again, and it was very hot and beautiful and I decided it would be a fun idea to sunbathe in the backyard in my panties and nothing else. My grandpa was the first one to see me out there, and said, in a jovial way “Wow look at you!” He told me I’d become a beautiful woman and he’d barely noticed the transition. I said thank you, and he stood there talking to me until my mom came out and told me to put my tits away. “Oh she’s fine,” my grandpa said. “The neighbors will be delighted.”
“Fine,” my mom said, “I’ll get a little sun too.” And she pulled her dress over her head, and she was not wearing a bra or panties. My grandpa grinned even bigger and said, “Still the most beautiful woman in my life.” That relaxed her a bit, and when we went inside for a drink that afternoon, neither of us put more clothing on. I noted that my mom had kept up her shaving despite, as far as I knew, not having any sexual contact.
At one point my mom was upstairs and my grandfather looked at me and looked at my tits and said, “Your mother looks just like her mother did when she was the same age. You, not so much.”
“True,” I said. “At least in the hair, tits and pussy department.” My mom had chin-length blonde hair. I had dark brown hair down to my lower back.
“What’s different in the… pussy department?” he said, genuinely quizzically but also definitely willing to be dirty with me. I pulled down the front of my panties and showed him my quite-full bush.
“Lovely,” he said. “Your grandmother always had a nice little topiary too. But I don’t mind your mother’s method.”
“Do you see mom’s pussy often?” I asked wryly.
“She’s not shy,” he said. “I like that.”
“I’m not shy around my dad either.”
“You’re both good girls,” he said. “Good, subservient, pretty girls.”
That night I remember my mom drew a bath, and she was in there with the door open, and at one point I went by and her dad was standing in there talking to her. She was laying there in the water, on her back, her legs apart. I thought, if there’s not substantial bubble cover in there, she’s showing him her cunt. So I went in to, pretending to ask a question about what she was doing tomorrow, and she didn’t move. She just kept laying there and I looked into the water and basically saw my mother’s pussy more clearly than I’d even seen my own. I was pretty impressed.
The next time I was home with my dad and he had been drunk and I’d put him to bed and I’d gone to sleep next to him bottomless and woken up with his hand on my ass — the next time that happened, which was a few days later, when I bent down to get my panties off the floor I let him see everything.
And he responded the way you’d want him to — he groaned a little and said wow. And I turned shyly and said, “oh god, did I just flash you with everything?” and he laughed and he said, “yeah I saw everything,” and I said, “that’s so embarrassing” and he said, “not embarrassing when it’s that beautiful.” And I blushed and fled the room.
And then there was a little distance between us, because one afternoon I invited my boyfriend and his best friend Robbie over, and I parked myself between their cocks. My boyfriend fucked me while I sucked Robbie’s cock, and then they switched, and then they switched again. And I was pretty messy and horny and wild by this second switch, and that was when my dad walked in. And he told the boys to get out, and he told me that what I was doing was not very ladylike, and then he left my room.
We didn’t talk about it. I was fully dressed around him for weeks, only getting my little exhibitionist thrills out in front of my grandfather — at this point me and my mom were basically fully naked around his house all the time. In some ways it kind of bonded us. We both knew we were eager attention whores and we respected that about each other.
One night my dad was drunk as usual, and he finally made a comment. He said something resentful about how since my mom left he hadn’t gotten laid and meanwhile I was slutting it up all over town.
“If you want to get laid so bad why don’t you just fuck me?” I asked him.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he asked.
And he grabbed me and bent me over the kitchen counter and pulled my hair. I said, “ow, fuck!” and he told me to shut up, and then he slapped my ass. I was in short shorts, and I responded by yanking them down. I didn’t unbutton the front, so they took my panties with them. He slapped my bare ass, and I said, “fuck yes,” and he laughed and he said, “you really like this, don’t you?” and I turned around and kissed him on the lips and said, “yes daddy.” So he slapped my ass again, and again, and I yelped encouragement, and he got my ass nice and red and then laughed and went over to his chair and collapsed into it and said, “sorry, i’m drunk.”
I kicked the shorts and panties off and climbed into his lap. His eyes widened. “Don’t be sorry,” I said. “Just don’t be a fucking faggot.”
“You’re a little brat,” he told me.
“How does your pussy taste?” he asked me.
“Probably like mom’s, only better,” I said.
And he lifted me up, his strong hands under my thighs, to put my cunt in his face. He licked me, just once, and put me down. “Delicious,” he told me. “Go to bed.”
“You can’t just do that to me and tell me to go to bed,” I said. “I have to fucking cum now.”
He laughed. “So cum. I know you do that to yourself plenty. I hear your vibrator all the time.”
“Come in and help me next time,” I said.
“What got into you?” he said. “You can’t act like this.”
“Oh come on,” I said. “You know mom is over at her dad’s house sucking his dick every night.”
He laughed. “You know, you’re probably right.”
I could feel his hard cock in his pants. My pussy was pushing right up against it. I ventured a few playful thrusts. “You’re going to stain my jeans with your wet little cunt.”
“So take them off,” I said, reaching for his belt. He stood up, carrying my body. I went limp. He carried me up to my room and threw me onto my bed. I landed with a grunt. “Go to bed, you little hussy.”
In the morning, I expected him to be apologetic. I went downstairs in a tank top and white panties. He saw me and grinned. I went into the kitchen with him and started pouring coffee, and he slapped my ass hard. “Do you really think your mom is blowing her dad?”
“I don’t know, but she’s naked all the time over there.”
“She’s still shaving her pussy.”
“I like the bush better now,” he said. “You converted me.”
“Aw, really?” I said. He pulled the front of my panties down and let his fingers rest in my bush.
I reached forward and wrapped my hand around his cock over his boxers. I was shocked by how thick it felt in my hand. He laughed. We stood there with our hands on each other. I started to stroke.
It felt like I won the lottery as he allowed me to pull his boxers down and keep stroking. When I had him in my hand nice and hard, I naturally got on my knees. I didn’t even feel myself do it. Suddenly his cock was at eye level. Was I going to do this? I tried. He took my face and held me by the chin. He stuck his thumb in my mouth, which I sucked eagerly. He lifted me back up to my feet. “You’re not going to let me take care of that for you?” I asked.
“No,” he said. He went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.
When he came out, I went in, and looked at his cum in the sink. There was so much of it.
Our relationship degraded from there. He started cumming in that sink all the time, there was always cum all over the fucking sink. I think he wanted me to clean it up. In retaliation I started masturbating with my panties on and then leaving the soaked panties on the floor all over the house. He left them there. He seemed to like it.
One day, I was leaving to go out with some friends and I was in a very short skirt. He told me it was too short, he could see my panties. “I can fix that,” I said. I took my panties off and stuck them in his hand and left. Going commando really paid off for me — at the movies my boyfriend started fingering me, and my best friend, on the other side of him, watched and started quite visibly shifting in her seat. I took her hand and put it between my legs with his hand and she sighed very contentedly as she touched me.
When I got home, my panties were in the sink covered in cum. I pulled them out, put them on, and went into his room in only the messy panties to ask if he needed anything before bed.
He patted his lap, so I got on top of him, pulled the panties aside, and started touching myself.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting wet so you can fuck me,” I explained.
He rolled me off of him onto the bed. I kept touching.
“Are you high?” he asked.
“Are you drunk?” I asked.
He pulled his cock out and started stroking it. I reached over to help. He smacked my hand away the first time, but when I moved and went in with my mouth, he didn’t stop me.
“Good god woman,” he said as I sucked and licked his tip playfully. “Oh fuck.”
“You have such a big fucking cock,” I said gratefully.
He took my head and pushed it down on his shaft. “Shut up,” he said.
I made a muffled sound of protest but didn’t resist. He fucked my face for a few thrusts and then released me. I gagged a little.
“Do you think it would fit in my little cunt?” I asked.
“That’s not a ladylike word.”
“I’m not ladylike,” I said. “I’m a teenage whore and I want to be punished.”
He took me and threw my body over his lap and started spanking me, hard. I yelped in protest and rolled away from it. I fell off the bed. He laughed at me.
“Fuck you,” I said, and left.
Again, in the morning, I expected something more reserved. But when he came into the kitchen where I stood, he yanked my pajama pants down and said, “you’ve got some nice little ass bruises.”
“You should kiss it and make it feel better,” I said.
And he got down on his knees behind me, so naturally I bent forward to give him access to my pussy. He stuck his tongue in my pussy quite roughly. I gasped but pushed harder against his face. He licked me a few times, enough to make me moan, and then he stood up and I felt his cock against my ass through his boxers, and then heard him pull his boxers down. “Yes daddy,” I cooed, as he took his tip and guided it into me. I pushed myself back on his shaft as quickly as I could manage, pulling myself as wide as I could without falling over. He grunted in satisfaction, feeling my cunt wrap around him. He pushed in once and the withdrew again, laughing. I fell to the floor.
“Don’t hold back on me,” I said, frantically touching myself.
“Go fuck your loser boyfriend,” he said.
“At least just fucking cum on me,” I begged.
He granted me that. He stood over me, stroking himself, and unloaded onto my thighs and pussy and shirt, practically cumming on demand. I moaned my thanks as I made myself cum on the kitchen floor.
Slutty women seem to have a sense of each other and the lines they are crossing, I have found. And when I went to visit my mom next, early one Saturday morning, she regarded me with a preternatural sense of my transgressions.
“Having fun with your father?” she asked me at one point.
“He’s a tease,” I said sadly.
She laughed at that. “Never was for me.”
“I guess I need to work harder. How’s your dad?”
“I don’t do enough for him,” she said.
“Where is he?” I asked, a very loaded question.
“Still sleeping,” she said.
“Let’s go give him a nice way to wake up,” I said.
We giggled at ourselves as we each stripped completely naked by his bedroom door. What exactly we were going to do felt unclear, but it also felt like everything was on the table. We opened his door and each slipped into his bed on either side of him, under his covers. He was naked.
“Good morning daddy,” my mother cooed in his ear. He looked over at her, and then at me, and laughed. “Such good girls,” he said.
“You have no idea,” she said, and I realized she had her hand wrapped around his shaft, so I reached over to find them.
“No, I do,” he said, letting her begin to stroke. “I tell everyone what a lucky man I am to have such pretty girls in my life.”
He was getting hard, so now there was enough room for both of our hands on his shaft. We giggled as our fists collided. We got on a more cooperative rhythm.
I felt his rough hand on my thigh and I moved my body closer to accept him — seconds later, I watched my mom do the same thing. He was touching us both. It was thrilling. I repositioned myself in a way that allowed me to fuck his fingers slowly while I stroked, and as I propped myself up on one elbow, he looked over at my tits affectionately.
“She has such a nice rack,” my mom said. That felt nice.
Before long we were not talking. My mother and I naturally aligned our breathing and our movements. I watched her thrust against his hand just as I thrust against the other hand. Every time we made eye contact, it was like we were timing our potential orgasm. He was very hard. Not as long as my dad, and so I was really just moving back and forth on his base as my mother worked the shaft.
“Just like that daddy,” she told him. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Me too,” I said, and we somewhat neglected his cock for the next 45 seconds or so as we worked desperately to cum at the same time. It worked, and he giggled hysterically as we each released.
Collapsing closer to his body, I moved his blankets aside and went down with my mouth. My mother watched me suck for a moment and then gently pulled my hair. I moved aside and watched her take over. He moaned his approval, and as I knelt watching them, he ran his hand back and forth across my bush.
When my mom pulled back for a moment, I returned to stroking and sucking his cock, but I knew what was coming next was for her. I moved to the side as she mounted him. I watched her guide his cock inside her pussy and I smiled at her as he pushed all the way in. “Fuck,” she said. “Oh my fucking god.”
“You feel so incredible,” he told her.
She started to cum again on maybe her fifth thrust, and he took that as his cue to release inside of her. They both groaned and gasped and I moaned excitedly along with them. She continued to fuck his cock hard for a few seconds, and then lifted off. His wet shaft crumpled out along with a gush of their juices. She collapsed on the bed in shock.
He told us we were such good girls as we retreated, nude, from his room, and went into my mom’s room and sat on her bed.
“How did it feel?” I asked her.
“Perfect,” she said. “Like it was exactly where I belonged.”
“Fuck, I really hope my mom saw that in hell,” she said, laughing.
“We’re both so hot,” she said. “Good for us.”
We were naked all day. I stuck around all weekend, which led to a repeat performance on Saturday night. Again, I used my hands and my mouth, but let my mom use her pussy.
This time, he lost his erection halfway through, and so we endeavored to recover it, sucking his cock together, and then, when that didn’t seem to work, touching each other while kneeling over him. It felt good to feel her fingers around my pussy, working my clit the exact way I liked it to be worked. It got him nice and hard again, and my mom rode him until she came, and then asked for his cum on her skin. I helped him jerk off onto her pussy and stomach.
We all slept in that bed, and in the morning when I woke up, I could feel his erection against my ass. I pushed myself closer and guided him in. He reached around to touch my clit while he pushed slowly into me, and for a moment I was lost in ecstasy. Then I felt her coming around to my side of the bed. She moved the blankets aside so she could look at him slowly pushing into me, and then brought her mouth close and began to lick my clit while he fucked me. It felt so incredibly good, I was babbling incoherently by the time I had an orgasm. And when I finished, she rolled him away from me and got on top of him again. I decided to return the favor, resting my head on his stomach while I licked her clit. We both liked how dirty this felt. He kept calling us good girls, and he finished inside of her and I could taste it.
My mom and I barely talked after, just kept giggling when we saw each other. We felt like gods.
I went home on Sunday afternoon and my dad was in his chair in the living room. I took my panties off under my skirt in front of him and climbed into his lap. He sat there and let me work his dick out of his jeans and start stroking it. I think he could feel my determination. He reached for my shirt, so I took it off and unhooked my bra and put my tits right in his face as I lowered myself down onto his cock and wrapped my pussy around it. I bounced really slowly at first so I could grip him as hard as possible, but when he grabbed my ass and started moving my faster, I let it happen. “Oh my god,” I said. “Oh my fucking god.”
“You’re so tight,” he said, and it made me cum. As I gasped and moaned and bounced wildly, I felt his fingers grip hard around both asscheeks and involuntarily I gasped, “don’t cum inside me, don’t cum inside me!”
“Too late, slut,” he said.
“Oh daddy,” I sighed, unable to hide my elation. “Oh, daddy.”
I stayed on top of him for a while, feeling him drip out of me. Finally I went to the bathroom and collapsed on the floor of the shower for a while, letting the water hit me, my skirt still up around my stomach.
A couple of weeks later, my mom and I both had to make appointments at the clinic. We still laugh about that.
